I have to get up at 4:00 am tomorrow so I can get on a plane for San Francisco. Don’t get excited – it’s not for good. I was originally going to do job interviews/be there for my husband’s birthday, but now the focus is on the birthday and on the appointment I made to (at long last) speak to an immigration lawyer (well, a legal aid immigration lawyer – read: read a lawyer who isn’t trying to convince me to retain them).
Oh, and I’m going to eat while I’m there, too. Lots, I hope. I’ll keep you posted!
A couple of days ago, I decided to skip my corporations law class and make pancakes instead. I made the banana pecan pancakes from Vegan With A Vengeance, but I halved the recipe and omitted the pecans, adding blueberries instead. I made myself three ‘cakes, stacked them up like they do at the vegetarian restaurant with vegan pancakes that I frequent, and put a big ol’ pat of Earth Balance on top, letting it melt and drip down and mingle with the maple syrup. Goddamn but it was delicious.
Yesterday, I had lunch with the boy I dated for more than 5 years, starting when I was 15 and in 10th grade and ending when I was 21 and in my second year of university. We went to local cajun haven, DaDeOs, which isn’t all that vegan friendly, but has a cool atmosphere and plays good music and has lots of interesting stuff to look at on the walls. I had the Appocado salad, which is basically big chunks of apple and avocado in a dijon dressing with roasted almonds on top. Not bad at all, but not the most filling either, plus, I would make the dressing a bit more tart, to counter the sweetness of the apples. We also shared the famous sweet potato fries, which never disappoint, and which always make me wish I had a good go-to recipe for cajun spice, which I don’t.
Finally, I went to a show last night and had a couple of beers from cans. I hate drinking beer from a can. I have to put my tongue up against the underside of the drinking hole in order to get any kind of decent flow going, and once the can is half empty, I have to tip my head back uncomfortably to get any beer into my mouth. I feel like it’s anti social and unattractive, and that sucks. Also, beer in a can is too cold when you first get it and warms up to body temperature too quickly. Yuck. It also makes me feel bloated. The moral: Beer in bottles, beer in glasses, NOT beer in cans. Thank you.
Yesterday morning was spent blissfully listening to one of my favorite podcasts and making myself my very first vegan omelette. The podcast is called Let’s Get Baked, and is the brainchild of Dave Ewenson, Mat Dunlap, and Tom Westoll, three Haligonians who like bands and cooking vegan.
The format of the show is simple and brilliant, one of those ideas I wish I had come up with myself and makes me frustrated because I know I won’t come up with an equally simple/brilliant idea, ever, and will have to be content to consume other people’s output. Anyway, every week, Mat and Dave, the hosts, take one band and one vegan recipe and make the recipe while interviewing the band and playing music. Recipes include rum cake, the best vegan cream pasta known to man, dog treats, pies, cookies, burritos, and omelette.
Anyway, the omelette. I was never a big omelette person back when I ate eggs. The eggs always seemed to ruin the important part, the filling. Even now, after almost 5 years since consuming an egg, the word “omelette” still conjures up images of inch-thick discs of fluffy yellow egg the consistency of foam rubber. I guess what I’m saying is that finding the perfect vegan omelette fix wasn’t really high on my list of things to do, so I kind of surprised myself by deciding to try out the recipe on the podcast.
The “egg” part was made up of grated firm tofu, nutritional yeast, sauteed onion, and spices, and I filled it with chopped tomato, spinach, and tofutti cheese. It didn’t turn out exactly like an omelette, but it was a filling, satisfying breakfast (if slightly greasy, since I had to use assloads of oil to prevent the tofu from sticking to the pan during the 10-15-minute cooking). I’m not going to start preaching conversion from tofu scramble just yet, but I might try some variations on the ‘lette and tell you how it goes.
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I’ve been thinking about it, and I miss community. Yep, community.
I know, I LIVE in a community. I can’t avoid community. I am part of several communities. The thing is, I miss my music, punk rock, DIY community. I’m taking steps to get back into it, but I’m beginning to worry that maybe I’m too old to take it back.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking that I have the month of May off. I finish my final law school exams in April, and then I begin articling in June, so I have the month of May off. I’ve been thinking I might want to spend it train hopping. Well, perhaps not actually jumping on moving trains, but taking the train down the west coast of the United States, sleeping on people’s floors and maybe meeting some new friends. Maybe I’ll even freak out and decide to stay in California as an illegal alien and spend the rest of my days growing hemp and making vegan hemp string or something.
I realize that at my age, this may seem kind of pathetic. It may seem like I’m desperately grasping at a kind of community that maybe I should have gotten my fill of when I was a teenager or maybe 21. The thing is, I don’t think this kind of community has to end, but the more time I spend in law school, the more training I get, the more I feel it slipping away from me. This is all I can think of so far, aside from trying to crash the local revolutionary knitting circle, to get it back.
I’ll write about vegan food later.